Writing… painting… creating!

All I know is writing.  Being an author is all I ever wanted to be- other than an astronaut!  All I know is that the art of creation is never easy, in fact it’s downright agonizing at times.  Not only do you have to bare your soul to a world that may never understand what you are trying to create, a sculpture, painting, or in my case, stories… still, you soldier on, try your best, and pour your heart out on paper, canvas and stone.

Why?  Why do we, who feel we can do nothing else but create, fight this uphill battle, this slow, gut-churning crawl to a place where we never have been, but want to get to just as well?  In all actuality, I don’t know.  All I can do is tell it like it is.  Creating something on paper for me, happens to be the most destructive and rewarding experience, even if it’s something terrible to behold.  I say destructive because writing takes me away from the ones I love, my family, my kids, my ‘real world job’.  Writing is like getting up in front of people completely naked, and hoping against hope that what you are putting out there says to your audience, what it’s been trying to say to you all along.  And that is stories need to be told!  They do, they really do.  When nothing else seems to make sense, the act of creation will.  (This should give you insight on how God operates… he creates, he’s the Creator.  How can he not love us, when he could not help but create us.  It’s what he does.)

Creation has occurred, months, years, whatever… it has left your mind and hands and entered the world.  Now you have to put it out there still, doesn’t make a difference whether its good or bad, because for people decide upon it, people have to read it, people have to see it.  Before someone can admire or dream along with you, someone has to believe in your creation enough to give it half a chance.  And this is the hardest part, getting the world to believe in your dream, your vision when there are so many more dreams and visions out there…

Writing is a dreadful thing to behold, darkly horrific, exasperating and the most fulfilling thing I have ever done.  I wouldn’t give it up for anything, and that’s the shame of it, because sometimes what you love and care for most, can still escape your grasp… still you try to struggle and create, and you don’t stop till it’s down and out for the world to see.  For you see, stories will always need to be told, sculptures created and paintings admired.

So go create…

 

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